South
Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked
Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours,
this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re
selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.

Wicked Times Two Blurb:

She’s through with love and just wants
to have some wicked fun...

Burned by her cheating boyfriend,
Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy
tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and
letting pleasure rule is her motto.

Lucky for her, she has the perfect men
in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t
been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at
Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked,
sparks fly.

Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on
board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or
regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys
hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.

What
began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a
different kind of love.

Excerpt:

Kyle
and Noah strode inside, wearing their cop authority like a second skin.

Jasmina
fought dizziness, drawn to them effortlessly and recklessly.

Tor
hurried past the guys and reached her first.

She
ignored him.

Kyle’s
fragrance wafted close, an intoxicating cedar and suede mixture. She struggled
against taking another sniff, not wanting him to think she was weird, but it
wasn’t easy to restrain her desire. The disillusionment in his eyes had faded,
replaced by male interest…almost as if he couldn’t help himself.

Nice.

He
smiled at her, the gesture easygoing yet confident.

She
liked that.

Noah
brought up the rear, his scent tobacco, with a hint of coffee and musk. One
thousand percent male, like his assured bearing and attentive gaze.

Ambrosia
to a woman who hadn’t had fun in months.

Her
cheeks stung. So much for playing things cool. “Hey. What’s up?”

Kyle
rubbed his mouth, but it didn’t entirely hide his smile.

Color
darkened Noah’s face.

Jasmina
had to keep from leaning over the counter to check out the prizes between their
legs and asking if they were still seeing the women they’d brought to the
wedding. Or maybe they had someone new? She hoped not. “Is everything going
okay with the trial? Ethan didn’t bust out of jail, did he?”

Kyle
laughed. “Nope.”

Noah
chimed in. “He wouldn’t dare.”

Their
voices rumbled; her lust spiked to overdrive. Calm down before you make a fool of yourself.

It
wasn’t like her to become unglued around guys. She’d always been herself
whether they enjoyed her personality or not. Of course, Noah and Kyle were the
first men she’d been interested in post-Brad.

Maybe
that’s why Tor stood to the side like a chaperone.

She
knew she’d been in bad shape after being cheated on, but she didn’t like or
need his intrusion and turned to him. “Can I do something for you?”

“I’m
good.”

“Awesome.”
She slapped on a smile and gestured to the waiting area. “Your client will be
glad to hear that. He’s ready to get inked.” She lowered her voice. “He’s the
elderly man wearing the bright orange shorts. Nice guy.”

She
gave Tor the work order that detailed the tat the man wanted: a 3-D design on
his left pec that depicted an opened zipper. From inside his heart, his late
wife smiled at him.

The
sweetest gesture Jasmina had ever seen. If only all guys were loyal to the ones
they were supposed to love.

Wasn’t
going to happen, especially to her.

With
the forever-after fantasy in her rearview mirror, she was ready to cut loose
and enjoy herself. Not once but twice. Wicked times two. She faced Noah and
Kyle, attracted to both and eager to know what it would be like to be with them
at the same time. A threesome was the safest way she knew to have fun and
indulge in her carnal fantasies while also protecting her heart.

However,
whether they would go for the idea or think she was crazy was a huge if.

They
shot loaded gazes at Tor.

He
fired one right back but collected his client.

“Hey,
I’m Tor Avana.” He stuck out his hand. “Ward, is it? Nice to meet you.”

Jasmina’s
throat tightened with emotion. “It’s okay. Tor can ink you in his workstation
in the back. Totally private.”

Tor
gave her a look. She gave him one right back, annoyed at his behavior today.

He
ushered Ward down the hall but kept glancing over at her, Kyle, and Noah.

Jasmina
recalled when she’d first started to date. A big thing, given she was the
youngest in her family, not to mention the only girl with six brothers. Her mom
and dad had been pretty cool about the whole thing, trusting their daughter to
make the right choices and not to be a pushover for anyone. Her brothers were a
different story.

Tor
had shot the same look to Noah and Kyle that her brothers had given the guys
she’d dated, which said, “Back off.” Until Brad had messed with her heart and
dignity, Tor had never questioned her good sense. She knew she’d been hell to
live with around here, acting like a damn zombie. But that was in the past. She
was ready to move on, and he should trust her to know her own mind. The last
thing she needed was a damn bodyguard. She regarded Kyle and Noah. “Something
bothering Tor?”

Kyle
lifted his eyebrows slightly. A mellow response that told her nothing.

Noah
showed no reaction, his mood reserved, thoughts masked, taking her in as though
it was his right. Just as a cop would do. Pure authority.

For
him to play Dom to her sub would be the absolute best. After he worked his
wicked ways on her, Kyle would be there for comfort and tenderness. They could
even switch things up, taking turns playing good cop and bad. To have their
passion released at the same time…

About Tina:

Tina
Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing passionate
romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for traditional publishers and
indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won
Readers’ Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of
the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market.
Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood
production company.

After
a year of unemployment, Daphne Wells comes to Wiccan Haus to learn hydrotherapy
for a new career as a healer. When her assigned patient turns out to be the
sexy ex-boss who laid her off, resentment gets in the way of healing.

Giovanni
Denaro arrives at Wiccan Haus, desperate to find a cure for the debilitating
tension that threatens his high-level financial career. But after some intimate
healing sessions, everything loses value except his need for Daphne’s
forgiveness.

When
a mermaid, filled with her own bitterness, offers Daphne a chance to get
revenge on the man who ruined her life, will she dare to turn the tide?

Daphne’s heart accelerated, throbbing against
the darkness around her. Much like her life, she couldn’t control anything on
this lousy island, including the elevators. Next time, she’d take the stairs—if
there were any.

Her senses converged on warm fingers, feather
soft, brushing her cheek. Gripping more firmly. Harder. Then the mouth. Oh God, the mouth.

Giovanni’s lips followed the pattern of his
fingers. Brushing softly at first. Then pressing into her flesh until she
opened to him. When she stepped backward, her spine contacted the elevator
wall. The handrail dug into her waist while his torso covered the front of her.
His hands felt so hot on her bare shoulders. So why did she shiver?

How could she have forgotten how good he
smelled? Warm and slightly spicy. Not like a high-level executive but best
friend-turned-lover. Craving more, she inhaled to the depths of her lungs.

She heard and felt his fast, deep breaths, too.
Oxygen rushed through her lungs, matching his pace. The small space they stood
in had no boundaries. Walls, arms, hearts. They were all one.

“We c-can’t—” she uttered when she managed to
twist her head away.

“Yes, we can,” he whispered. “We are.”

She’d forgotten how persuasive he could be.
Despite its softness, his voice commanded her the way it did executives in the
boardroom.

After drawing her closer, he inserted his tongue
between her lips. It felt as if every muscle in her face had let go. She
couldn’t keep him out—not that she wanted to.

You can’t
stop me. I dare you to try.

Where readers can find me

Afton
Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to
everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and
beyond. She lives with her husband, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a black
cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When she’s not
writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, reading, and watching retro T.V.